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The wind brushing up against my face was common, but it never felt subtle to me. Never felt as if it was there to cool or comfort; only there to remind me of where I was. In my bed laid me - and in me laid my mind, which was a sanctuary where I reviewed the past events of life. Most nights, the same memories would flash across my mind - my temple. Occasionally, however, a past instance unbeknownst to me would arise in the inner confines of my brain. These instances were special. They proved to me that there was more than just the tangible memories. These memories weren't real, yet they were. They had to be, or else how did I have them? One night, the wind was prominent. It was grazing against my mind, urging it to think - and so like most nights, I would try to have thoughts until sleep fell upon me. That night was different though. It was different because I wanted to rest; I didn't want to be kept awake in the complex and constant firings of the synoptic nerves inside me. Nevertheless, I knew that my longing to sleep was futile and so I succumbed to the scratchings against my skull. I tried to force a memory out from the caverns behind the millennia of compressed stone, but my castle only lowered the drawbridge when I was ready. I waited. Waited. Waited. It wasn't easy - to just lie awaiting the miracle of mental satisfaction, but I had no other choice. Looking back on it now. I don't remember what thought came to my mind that night. I am not certain of its confines nor am I concerned with it any longer. All that I am aware of is that something came to me that night. I am positive of this, because I know that I fell asleep. Something fell asleep at least. Maybe it was inside me. The dark corners of my world within my mind grew. They formed in endless ambiguity and they regressed the steadfast luminance of the candles in the hall. The hall. I didn't stay in my dreams long though. No time for that. I opened my eyes and there he laid. Next to me. He was there with me and he was silent. I was startled to say the least - how could this entity have possibly found me in my sanctuary. His eyes were open, but no expression was apparent. Was he observing me? Was he as shocked as I was? My questions were answered sooner than I thought - for he opened his mouth and said 'Hello Taylor. It is nice to finally meet you.' The guttural bellowings of his voice frightened me, but I did not want him to know what was in my mind. This being said, I knew that he had only opened his mouth to address the thoughts circling inside me. I responded slowly, because the gravity of the situation was still setting in. 'I suppose it is nice to meet you as well, although I don't have the pleasure of k-knowing your name as you do mine.' The ever-so-slight stutter was enough to blow my cover. This person laying next to me was keen, I knew he had caught my falter. 'No need to be afraid. I am not here to hurt you. Promise. Only here to show you,' he snidely remarked with confidence abundant. I could feel a sense of warmth come over me and the wind had gone stagnant. I started to wonder why I hadn't gotten up, why I hadn't ran away from this situation. I realized there seemed to be no threat and to be honest - I wanted to see what he would say next. I waited and finally decided to lay on my side to face him. Up until this point, we were both on our backs - underneath the covers except our faces. When I turned, he did as well. I suppose he felt it was only logical, but I was not sure he understood how unique this memory was. He looked like me. Almost identical except his face was narrower and his jaw more pronounced. His hair was lighter, but it was hard to tell considering my eyes were still adjusting to the darkness. We were close together, so close that I could feel his breath. It was ice and the coldness of his aroma reminded me of the wind. I got to thinking. 'Listen, I know that my thoughts are open to you. I know that you sense my fear. I am afraid of you and I want you say mo-' 'Stop it,' he said. 'I can't interpret your mind. I don't need to. If you w